IT’S finally happening… In a few days Elsie will be all settled into her ‘big girl’ bedroom whilst I mourn the loss of her nursery and how quickly she seems to be growing up. (I know, it’s pathetic right but you just know there will be tears!) When we were moving house and using removal companies to move all of Elsie’s baby things, I knew that Elsie’s nursery would be
IT’S a tough gig is motherhood. There are moments of beauty. There are moments of joy. There are days when everything goes to plan and you feel like you’re living those perfect parenting moments that you see in glossy magazines and portrayed on celebrity Instagram accounts. And then. Then there are the days when you feel like you can’t take another minute. Then there are those awful days that we
I HAD great ideas about how I was going to spend today. I was going to do lots of work. I was going to get my nails done (they’re in desperate need of a little TLC) and meet a friend for a cuppa. I was going to write a ‘serious’ blog post. I was going to get lots of s**t done. That was until I looked out of the window
I HAVE around forty Christmas cards to write this weekend for Elsie’s nursery friends. It’s tough being a Mum at Christmas. I have presents to buy, too many gifts to wrap, a stocking to fill and traditions to uphold. I have songs to sing, Christmas decorating still to do and a great big Turkey dinner to cook. I have presents to drop off, I have tidying to do, I have
WE’RE a few days into December and there’s no doubt about it, I am feeling festive folks! Once my birthday is done and dusted at the end of November, my mind immediately switches to the thought of Christmas and this year with Elsie being that bit older (she’ll be just under 2 and a half on Christmas Day) I think it’s safe to say I’m pretty excited! I can’t wait
I’M not quite sure how it’s happened already but it has. Elsie has grown up and so it’s time to move my not-so wee cherub out of her nursery and give her a ‘proper’ bedroom. You know with lots of room to play, where she can let loose and throw her toys about. Currently Elsie is in a teeny tiny room. Which is fine and has been perfectly lovely (if
AAAH children, they make our worlds go round don’t they? They amuse us, melt our hearts and are the very centre of our existence but wouldn’t it be nice if they just slept? More. Well. Better. Through the night? I adore my daughter Elsie. Like every Mum, there is no one I love more on this planet than her, but – and it’s a big ol’ but – I just
“But why Mummy, why?” OVER the last week I’ve been really busy and spent not one, but two nights away from home. One to see Kylie, who was as brilliant as you’d expect. The other to go on a swanky press trip where I was wined, dined and generally spoilt rotten. Both occasions were pretty damn fabulous but yet both of them left me feeling a little out of kilter
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